He Just Like Me

He just like me 😭🤲

Same man, same

This is so good 😵‍💫😵‍💫

imagine being fucked my miguel, your husband, and he’s doing things… different. not bad different. just different. come to think of it, he’s been acting completely off since he got home a few hours ago. but it all just feels too good to say anything, so you let him keep pounding into you.

you’re both so lost you don’t even hear the lock in the front door. the footsteps in the hall. see the man standing in the bedroom doorway - until you do.

it’s miguel - your miguel. the real miguel. shot through the stomach and crudely stitched up, but still alive and kicking - and watching his impostor fuck you into his own bed.

your mind can’t comprehend it.

his can’t either.

he’s delirious, lost too much blood to think properly. he approaches the bed, staring at the alternate version of himself, before he’s slowly sitting and reaching down to rub his thumb at your clit in that certain way that makes you see stars.

“she likes it like this.”

All I see is aizawa and dazai doing this, dazai mainly because he would so get off on being mean!!!!

men who’ll watch you squirm as he presses a small vibrator against your swollen clit. “go on, baby.” his lustful gaze never left your starry doe-eyes as you stammered through each word. “t-touched.. th-en.” you tried so hard to read the tiny letters placed on each page, while feeling the pleasurable sensation pulse throughout your clit— sending warm waves towards your aching core.

“good girl, just one more page.” he hushed, adding more pressure to the vibrator as he bit back an amused grin. watching as your thighs began to quiver, while hearing small mewls escape your plush lips. “almost there.” he cooed, heightening the speed once again, watching as you fell apart. “c-cumming!” you softly moaned feeling the pleasure burst throughout your body.

“uh oh, that’s no good.” he frowned, pressing against your clit even more. “again.” the sternness within his voice had you reading from the beginning.

— getou, osamu, law, toji, kuroo, aizawa, zoro, gojo, and nanami

Imagine you come home drunk from a party and your bf kirishima is there waiting for you by the door (thanks to your friends texting him from your phone ahead of time) and guiding you to the couch, curling you up against him in his lap, your head resting by his neck. You start sucking on his sweet spot gently teasing him and he growls in warning. You, not caring and definitely not in the right head space (jejejdhd) start grinding your hips against his thigh, sighing into his ear telling him how good he makes you feel and how much he means to you. Just for everything to switch around. Him grabbing your hips and setting a brutal pace for you and him whispering dirty things in your ear about how good YOU make him feel and how he can't wait until tomorrow to embarrass his precious baby girl about this whole encounter, laughing in your ear and cooing at you until you come undone on his thigh.

Ejejjejsjsje he's a need not a want <3

AHHHHHHHH

𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 has to be so careful when he's fucking you because his quirk tends to activate on accident when he's cumming. He's got you planted on his hips, hands holding the doughy skin taunt as he helps you ride him. He's trying his best to keep his eyes open, he really is, but the way you keep clenching around him each time you drop your weight done is gonna send him head first into yet another orgasm. He's being for you, lays there pliant and enamored, letting you take whatever pleasure you wanted from him.

That is until you're tilting your body forward and the thick head of his mushroom tip is prodding right against that spongey and sweet spot inside of you that Kiri loses all rational thought. His hips are pistoning up to drive his cock deeper than before, he's stumbling over his words and profanities, his grip is tight — bruising — as he chases his high because he can't cum anywhere else than inside you, he needs to. And then, as he reaches his peek, you feel his thighs hardening beneath you, his hands like iron twisting round your skin and those teeth of his glint like sharp canines as he buries his head in the crook of your shoulder. There's absolutely no way you can move, not until he's sure you've milked him for every last drop.

Then he's lifting his head and staring at you with those puppy eyes of his, a sheepish smile to his lips. "Sorry..." he whines.

and follow you EVERYWHERE, love clingy baby boys <333 and when they give you stuff that reminded them of you whether it be a rock or a pretty flower on the side of the road!!!!

concept: cuddly boys who nuzzle their heads into your neck and love being held and blush when you kiss all over their faces and squish their cheeks